Previously on Stargate SG-1.
- I am Ba'al. - As in boccie?
The city we've been looking for is under the ice of Antarctica.
We came all this way just to find out that we have to go all the way back.
Power source.
This Ancient weapon, such an advanced piece of technology.
The power requirements must be enormous.
I wish to request asylum.
My fleet was destroyed before I came here.
Perhaps I could be of some use to you here.
General Hammond is being promoted.
Any idea who we're gonna be stuck with?
Brigadier GeneralJack O'Neill.
I've spent my whole life stickin' it to the man.
I don't think I can be the man.
Morning, sir.
Walter.
At 0730 this morning, SG-8 made scheduled contact from P6J-908.
They requested permission to bring an alien life-form back for further study.
Sir, it's just a plant.
Your 0830 debriefing is SG-2, regarding their recent mission to P8F-809.
Folder's on your desk, along with the personnel files you have yet to review.
How many do I have left?
All of them.
Right.
Colonel Rudnell has asked me to show you some bunting samples...
and Captain Corrigan's still awaiting approval on the buffet menu.
Bunting.
- John. - General.
You are aware of the fact...
that this is the most secure military facility on the face of the planet.
Actually, sir, there are still a number of issues to be resolved.
1000 hours, sir.
Thank you.
Sorry, sir.
General O'Neill, Mark Gilmour.
- He's your new administrative aide. - General.
- Did I order a new- - No, sir.
- Do I really need- - Yes, sir.
Civilian?
I've been an analyst at the CIA for the last eight years.
Mostly background checks, but I did have top-level clearance.
He was assigned by General Hammond. Yeah.
In that case...
welcome aboard.
- How about if I give you a tour? - Had one, sir.
Dang.
Very exciting to finally see it all in action.
General, your 0830.
Yes.
You're here to assist me, right? How about you dive into those-
Sir, sir. You really need to read the file yourself.
Yeah. Yeah.
Thank you, Walter.
- Does Mr. Gilmour have- - Follow me.
He's not like other generals.
Actually, he's not like other people.
I take it I've got some catching up to do.
Yeah. And those are just the files pertinent to today's agenda.
I'd better get started.
I can't tell you how happy we all are to have you here.
- Thank you, Sergeant. - Really, really happy.
Thank you, Sergeant.
I'm in position.
No, sir. He does not suspect a thing.
Nothing in peridot?
Traditionally, sir, this type of event calls for red, white and blue.
General Hammond is on the phone from the Pentagon...
and SG-1 is here for the 1300 briefing.
Thank you.
Walter, I just don't have the decorating gene. Would you mind?
Yes, sir.
Sir.
General, how are you?
I know, sir, but every time I open my mouth to say George, "General" comes out.
- Okay. - General.
Colonel. We've all met.
Yes. Actually, we know each other's life stories.
- That snippiness? - Is that a word?
- What have you got? - A gate address of a planet...
formerly in Anubis domain that Ba'al hasn't discovered yet.
We believe it may be home to an abandoned base.
And just chock-full of abandoned weapons?
One can hope.
This device was procured from Jaffa formerly loyal to Anubis.
It should allow us access to the base.
When's the next opening?
- 0800 tomorrow morning. - Tomorrow?
I got 14 teams out there.
I'm sorry. Operations protocol?
Is it?
The MALP showed no indication of any Goa'uld activity.
I still want SG-3 to cover your flanks.
It's just recon.
All the more reason you can wait another day.
Incoming wormhole.
SG-5 and the representatives from Amra to discuss the pending trade agreement.
Love to stay and chat.
If those rebelJaffa know about it, it's only a matter of time before Ba'al knows.
One day, Daniel. One day.
Here comes one negotiation I'm glad I'm not part of.
It's a plant.
Exactly.
Twenty minutes ago it was a seed.
Excuse me, sir, if you don't mind my asking.
Is it really wise to be bringing alien life-forms through the gate?
- It's a plant. - Yeah.
And besides, off-world teams follow strict safety protocols...
in determining what to bring back to Earth.
You know, if humankind is gonna benefit from what we find out there...
we have to be able to study it in controlled situations.
- It's a plant. - I know.
And I know our mandate is to seek out new weapons and technology...
to defend the planet from our enemies...
but wouldn't it be cool...
if we could exploit the wonders of the galaxy for other beneficial purposes...
like curing disease...
or in this case, possibly solving world hunger?
Speaking of which.
Dr. Lee speaking.
General! They want you in the briefing room.
- Hey. You wanna get some lunch? - No, I'm fine.
- You gonna sit in here all day and- - I'm not sulking.
Working. Gonna say working.
- O'Neill merely believes that- - Guys, I'm fine.
You can't really blame him for wanting to send in backup.
- I'm sure it has nothing to do with- - I understand. He's just being cautious.
Thanks, guys.
General, if I might have a moment with you. We're completely stalled.
The Amrans can't agree with each other, let alone us.
They're like bickering children.
Maybe they need a time-out.
The Plains of Goran are sacred ground!
- To the Plainsmen. - I am a Plainsman.
I know.
I take offense at that.
A fence. Now there's an idea.
- Howdy, folks. - General, I think it would be best-
What do you say we take a little break?
All this negotiating. It's just exhausting.
And you've been at it a whole... hour already.
We've prepared special quarters for you.
You can relax, get a massage, room service-whatever you need.
Come on. I'll show you.
Fellas.
What do you think?
All right. So it's not the Ritz, but we do what we can around here.
Knock twice when you're ready to talk like adults.
- Wait, General. - You don't expect us to share one room.
Not amicably at first.
But I have great hope for you boys.
- You can't do this. - Open this door at once!
Nobody gets out.
Dear General Hammond...
Wish you were here and that I was not.
Good morning, sir. The delegates from Amra are furious.
They're demanding to be released and say there's no chance...
a trade agreement will ever happen between our governments.
Did they try the doughnuts? You made sure they were Krispy Kremes, right?
- Shall I release them and send them home? - Give 'em another day.
- But, sir- - No coffee?
- Sorry. I can get- - What's next?
Dr. Lee needs to see you right away, concerning the plant from P6J-908...
SG-1 and 3 are in the gate room preparing to embark...
and it turns out that the red, white and blue bunting is unavailable.
No bunting?
They can get some blue and white and mix in some red.
Just won't be the same.
- Sir. - Good morning, people.
Sure wish I was goin' with you...
but I got a big day planned, tasting menu items for the buffet.
- Have fun, sir. - You know I will.
- Watch your back. - I will.
Mind the curfew.
SG-3, hold here.
Colonel.
Bosco and Peterson can watch the gate.
We're fine. Simple recon. We'll stay in radio contact.
Standard perimeter.
The good news is it hasn't eaten anybody yet.
Thank you, Seymour.
Yeah, obviously we underestimated its growth properties.
It seems to respond really dramatically to any kind of visible light.
I thought of that. I just thought you might like to see it.
Don't worry. We'll get it under control.
Sir-
There are signs of recent Jaffa activity in the area.
Try the wrist device again.
I have tried it several times.
I'm getting some faint energy readings.
SG-1 leader, this is SG-3 leader. Come in.
Peterson, you're with me.
Bosco, if we don't make radio contact in 10 minutes, dial Earth and report in.
Take cover!
Son of a bitch.
Sir, Colonel Reynolds has dialed in from P2X- 887.
He's lost contact with SG-1.
One Al'kesh. It buzzed the gate and flew off.
No sign of the enemy since then, sir.
I've been unable to make radio contact with SG-1 going on 19 minutes.
Requesting backup and permission to begin searching.
SG-10 and 1 2.
Backup on the way.
Thank you, sir.
We have to close down the entire level, seal it off.
Not only does it have amazing growth properties...
but it's proving extremely difficult to eradicate.
We think it's using the ventilation shafts to spread airborne spores.
We looked everywhere. No sign of them.
- I'm sorry, sir. - You were there to watch their backs.
Yes, sir.
Colonel Carter insisted we secure the gate.
Unauthorized incoming wormhole.
No I DC yet, sir.
Stand down, boys.
And what do you want?
- I have your friends. - And?
I propose an exchange.
- For what? - Not what. Whom.
Whatever.
Camulus.
- Who? - I'll transmit a gate address.
You will send him to me if you want to see your friends alive again.
Let me think about it.
You have one day.
Is that, like, one Earth day or-
Nothing to report from the teams, rebelJaffa, Tok'ra.
No one seems to have any intel on SG-1.
As ordered, Camulus is being transferred from the facility where he was being held.
He should be here shortly.
Even if we did comply and send Camulus to the address Ba'al transmitted...
we can't risk opening the iris here to let SG-1 through.
This could all be a trick to get us to do just that.
I know.
Any exchange would have to involve a Stargate on another planet.
I made some suggestions.
Are you really considering turning Camulus over to Ba'al?
It's on the table.
He's here.
Colonel, have your team ready.
Yes, sir.
Isn't it already too late?
General O'Neill was once captured by Ba'al.
He was tortured, killed...
and brought back to life using a sarcophagus...
more times than you'd care to imagine.
SG-1 never gave up then, and General O'Neill won't now.
There isn't a man or woman on this base that would.
Ba'al has three of my people...
and he's offered up an exchange.
- For me. - Any idea why?
- There are many possible reasons. - Pick one.
Nothin'?
You offered to help us if we granted you asylum.
I did not expect to be treated like a prisoner.
You're a Goa'uld.
What are you going to do?
Give me one good reason why I shouldn't turn you over.
Ba'al cannot be trusted.
Yeah?
No matter what you do, he will never return your friends.
- I thought you were just questioning him. - He didn't have the right answers.
General, this goes against official policy regarding prisoner exchanges.
He's not a prisoner. He requested asylum. I'm ungranting it.
- You could be court-martialed. - If it gets my team back, I don't care.
But you know it won't. You're sacrificing him for nothing.
Go, go.
Let's take a walk, you and me. Come on.
I've done everything I can.
It's up to you. Last chance.
In spite of what you think, I am not a coward.
I think you are.
It was worth a try.
Take him back to his cell.
It was a bluff?
You could have told me, sir.
How can I do my job if you don't trust me?
Not my problem.
Wait, wait. Camulus would like to talk to you.
I cannot stay here.
If Ba'al is truly so determined to have revenge, he will not stop at this.
It is not safe for you to harbor me anymore.
- So what? - I am saying I am willing to leave.
Out of the goodness of your heart?
Of course not.
When I asked for asylum, I did not expect to rot in a cell.
Well, work with me. Give me something. I'll see what I can do.
I can tell you a planet where there is a device created by the Ancients.
- What's it do? - I do not know.
I never could discover its secrets. Perhaps you can.
You think this is what Ba'al's really after?
While I never disclosed its location...
I once made the mistake of bragging that I found the device...
at a meeting of the system lords.
Hard to believe you bragging.
I knew it wasn't easy for you...
but had I known... what it was really like...
I would have tried to be less of a pain in the... ass.
At least, I would have tried harder.
Unscheduled off-world activation.
Receiving SG-3's I DC, sir.
- Open it. - Yes, sir.
Just like you said, sir. Some sort of Ancient device, the size of a large room.
Any idea what it does?
I'll leave that up to the tech guys.
But I can tell you this. I know why he couldn't turn it on.
- Wasn't plugged in. - What is it?
It's a ZPM.
- What is that? - A Zero Point Module.
It's an Ancient power source that draws its energy from subspace.
It's the only thing powerful enough...
to activate the Ancient defense weapons SG-1 found in Antarctica.
The one we have is pretty much dead.
- Well, this one sure isn't. - How good is it?
I'm gonna have to do some more detailed analysis...
but these preliminary readings indicate at least 50% capacity.
That's good, isn't it?
Excuse me.
It's that damn plant.
- Can we relocate? - Where are those backup generators?
Let's go to backup 3 21.
We've lost power to all control systems.
Yes, sir.
We paid the electric bill. I checked.
The plant is in the wall. It's interfering with power and communication lines.
There's no light in the walls.
As long as any part of it is exposed to light...
it seems like it can feed the unexposed areas.
I'm recommending we keep the whole base on minimal emergency lighting...
until we get the problem under control.
How long?
That's a little difficult to say...
because first we have to figure out how to get the problem under control.
- Where are we? - The dialing computer's off-line.
There must be a circuit board that got fried...
when we tried to restore power to the system.
Incoming wormholes will connect...
and we can still receive radio communication and I DCs, but-
- The iris? - Manual control.
What about dialing the gate manually?
That's a problem.
The inner ring seems to be locked in place.
We tried disconnecting the control interface, but-
There was a gate diagnostic running when the power went down.
Could be something to do with the commands being exchanged at the time.
- Bottom line. - We can't dial out.
Okay.
What? Oh, God.
Sorry to wake you, sir.
Feels like it's been 10 minutes.
It has.
There's an incoming wormhole. Ba'al wants to talk.
Ba'al, sorry to keep you waiting.
Just taking a little nap.
The deadline has passed.
Look, we're having a little technical difficulty here.
Are your friends' lives meaningless to you?
Hey. This is not a stall tactic.
I would have called you sooner, but we can't dial out at the moment.
Why not?
I'm not really sure. Here's some irony for you.
Carter- have this thing fixed like that.
No offense there, Siler.
- None taken, sir. - Good.
So, why don't you just send her on through?
Before you know it you'll have "Camel-ass" back in your grubby little mitts.
You dare mock me?
Ba'al, come on. You should know.
Of course I dare mock you.
You have one more day.
Is it really wise to provoke him?
It's what I do.
Over two years ago, the Tok'ra provided us...
with the formula to the Goa'uld poison they'd developed.
We've been modifying it, manufacturing as much as we can use...
as a defensive option in the event of another attack on Earth.
Area 51 is confirming that there is enough to negate a sizable enemy force.
We think we can effectively neutralize and invade three Goa'uld-occupied planets.
The poison is nonpersistent...
so there'd be limited time before potential reinforcements become a factor.
Determining which of Ba'al's planets to target is still an educated guess.
We're still gathering intel on exactly where SG-1 's being held.
This poison- does it killJaffa as well as Goa'uld?
That's right.
How many casualties are we talking about?
Thousands.
Tens of thousands.
So it's not really a rescue plan. It's a full-scale attack.
That would certainly provoke a reaction- possibly another attack on Earth.
But considering the fact that we now have a ZPM...
to power the Ancient defenses, I don't think-
Sorry to interrupt, sir, but Camulus is insisting that he speak with you again.
Did you not find something of value on the planet of which I spoke?
- Oh, yeah. We did. - Then why have you not released me?
Or do you still believe you can trade me for your friends?
Gamma radiation seems to work.
We're preparing a method of delivering a strong enough level to the entire base.
Now, nonessential personnel are gonna have to be evacuated.
Everyone else is gonna have to wear protective suits.
You have to get General O'Neill to sign off on this right away.
You know, he hasn't slept in over two days.
Yeah. That's why I'm asking you to do it.
Right.
I'm canceling the president's visit.
Really? Why would you do that?
I'm surprised you can joke at a time like this.
It's pretty much all I can do at the moment.
Your flagship team is in the hands of the enemy. You can't dial the Stargate.
The base is overrun by an alien plant.
We did find a ZPM.
True.
Give it another day.
You think you can get everything resolved by then?
Wait a minute.
I think there's a joke in there somewhere.
Got nothin'.
And so I regretfully submit my resignation.
And to be clear, the regret is not so much about the resigning part...
but the fact that I was deluded enough...
to think I had possessed even one iota...
of the ability needed to fill your sizable and shiny shoes.
Dr. Lee just called. He feels confident the plant has been fully eradicated.
I wish I did.
Oh, and the dialing computer is back online.
Chevron four encoded.
You're releasing him?
I made a deal. We got a ZPM.
Look, I know we can finally dial Pegasus again...
and still defend Earth if we have to, but-
Chevron five encoded.
Control room.
It's Dr. Lee. He says it's important.
Yeah.
Abort the dialing procedure.
Basically, it shouldn't be glowing like this.
- Why is it? - It's funny really-
- I like funny. - This isn't the good kind of funny.
I think it was the gamma radiation we used to kill the plant that revealed this.
- Revealed what? - It illuminated a substance...
foreign to what we know to be the normal molecular makeup of a ZPM.
And?
We managed to scrape some microscopic fragments from the casing...
and run some tests and-
You're gonna want these.
This is what happens when you introduce a constant electric charge.
The ZPM is booby-trapped?
We were gonna send it to Antarctica.
Can you imagine if someone had taken it...
and plugged it into the chair in the Ancient outpost?
I can't even imagine the magnitude of the explosion.
A charged ZPM detonating that-
I don't know. It could have destroyed the whole planet.
That's why Camulus was so eager to leave.
Can you undo it?
- We haven't actually- - Yes or no?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
When you couldn't figure out what the Ancient device was for...
you tampered with the power source so nobody else could.
I did nothing of the kind.
Cammy.
Worth a try.
Here's the deal.
How would you like a chance to kill Ba'al?
In exchange...
you want me to use the Ancient device to trade for the lives of your friends.
Exactly.
Amusing.
All right?
Coming with me?
We're taking you to another planet first.
We'll wait for SG-1 there.
Receiving SG-3's IDC, sir.
Open it.
- You're late. - We thought we'd give it an extra hour.
We knew it was a long shot.
Thank you, Colonel. Dismissed.
Sir.
Colonel Reynolds would like a moment.
Fine.
He's in the gate room, sir.
What's goin' on?
General, we just wanted you to know, whatever you decide...
we're behind you 100%.
Just give the order, and we're ready to go.
I know you are, Colonel.
Thank you.
All of you.
Dismissed.
Good night, sir.
Good night, Siler.
Unscheduled off-world activation.
It's SG-1 's identification code.
Sergeant O'Brien transmitted a hold signal back through the gate...
and is awaiting your instruction.
- O'Brien. - We have audio contact, sir.
It's Colonel Carter.
We're under heavy fire, sir. Open the iris.
Negative.
Can you reroute?
Negative. The DHD is no longer accessible.
Jack, what's goin' on?
You've been in enemy hands. You know the protocol.
We have no way of knowing if your iris code is secure.
- What the hell are you talking about? - You were captured by Ba'al.
Ba'al? We're on P2X- 887.
We were trapped in Anubis's secret base.
When we came out we had a Jaffa ambush waiting for us at the gate.
It appears theseJaffa are loyal to Ba'al.
The gate's gonna shut down. We won't be able to dial out again.
Open it.
You're clear.
Nice.
Hey, guys.
Thank you, sir.
So, trapped in a secret base all this time.
Go figure.
- The wrist device allowed us access. - We couldn't get back out.
- You thought Ba'al had captured us? - That's what he said.
- How did he even know we were missing? - Reynolds saw an Al'kesh.
Ba'al must have had his Jaffa looking for the base.
- Probably intercepted any radio chatter. - That would explain the ambush.
Ba'al's Jaffa couldn't find the base, but they figured if we turned up-
It's a great story. More importantly, did Anubis leave anything cool behind?
Not really. No.
Nuts.
Colonel Carter.
- How are ya? - I'm good. Thanks for asking.
You're not gonna dress for the occasion, sir?
You know me. I love dressing up. I was just on my way.
Sir.
- I wanted to talk to you- - Carter, your evaluation is done.
And I think you'd be very pleased.
Really?
You had doubts?
Honestly, I was wondering...
whether you were completely confident in my leadership skills.
Aren't you?
I've been second-guessing myself for ordering SG-3 to remain at the gate.
Oh, pshaw.
It was standard recon.
Your tactics in dealing with the ambush, perfect.
You should read what Teal'c and Daniel wrote about your conduct under fire.
- Can I? - No.
- Damn. - Teal'c said you were an animal.
- He's such an exaggerator. - Yeah. Isn't he?
This is where I go to take off the clothes I prefer and don the clothes I abhor.
Sir. Quickly. I wanted to talk to you about something else.
I was reading Dr. Lee's report about the tainted ZPM.
I think he may have underestimated the explosive potential.
It could have actually destroyed the entire solar system.
What's the difference?
My point is, if we figured it out, so could Ba'al.
- He could use it as a weapon against us. - All true, Carter.
Which is exactly why I didn't give Camulus the tainted one.
Sir?
I gave him the dead one. It's worthless, right?
Ba'al's gonna be pretty pissed at Camulus.
Yeah.
General, the president's motorcade is through the gates.
He should be getting on the elevator momentarily.
Sir, I think you should know I'll be leaving tomorrow.
- Really? - Yes, sir.
The truth is, I've been here on temporary special assignment for the president.
Sort of a civilian audit, if you will.
Of the SGC?
Of you.
I know.
- You do? - General Hammond told me.
- He wasn't supposed to. - Well, don't tell anyone.
Then you know the president wanted to make sure you were settling in...
before he came and shook your hand...
and fully endorsed you as the leader of this base.
Obviously, he's here, so-
What I mean is I just want you to know...
how much respect I have for what you do here.
And for you.
Thanks.
Shall we?
By the way, did you let those Amran delegates go?
I did, sir. Major Davis said they seem much more willing to negotiate now.
You think they liked the fruit basket?
I think so, sir. Yes.
I put a lot of thought into that.